Wisdom Teeth, Agh
Went to a dental hospital today. After 3 hours of waiting, checking, x-rays, more checking, and more waiting, I finally got an appointment to have 2 of my wisdom teeth pulled on March 4. My appointed dentist is a really cute little thing. I felt massive beside her, head and shoulders taller, and at least twice as heavy. She looked like she was about 18. It’d be fun to see her next to Calvin. LOL. As we were talking, I couldn’t bear it anymore and asked her how old she was. She laughed and said, “I’m 30. I know I don’t look it. It’s nice when I’m out and people think I look young. But as a doctor, I lose credibility. It’s a big handicap for me. Don’t worry. I’ve done this lots of times. You’ll be OK with me.”
I was told that all 4 of my wisdom teeth would be hard to pull out. The upper right one is growing behind my molar. It’s stuck there and they’re not sure how to get it out. The upper left one is growing in at an bad angle. The lower two wisdom teeth are stuck in bone. I’m trying to look on the bright side and be thankful. All my other teeth are just fine and dandy.
Because all four teeth are going to be difficult to pull, the cute little dentist recommended I have one pulled at a time, but I told her I couldn’t bear the thought of going FOUR times, so they’re going to come out two at a time. Fun, fun, fun … argh. If you never see me again, you’ll know why.
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